We haven't made love in a month. I don't know why. I have sensed so much tension and I want to know what is going on. I have had terrible visions lately. I wish my power was stronger and I could really see what is ahead. As it stand, all I know is the fear I feel lately. It is an ominous feeling, as if someone is trying to reach out and warn me.
I love my husband but sometimes he can be so stubborn. He is going to ride in the scaler races even though I have asked him not to. I know he is where our daughter gets her thirst for adventure. There are days when I wonder what Sheria would be like if she was more like me...then I look at her and see all the wonderful triats of her father and think, oh well, the gods must have a plan for her.
Sheria is acting different as well. I sometimes catch her daydreaming and I wonder if it has anything to do with a boy. I want to ask her, but then I know she will open up when she is ready. I have never been able to keep her from doing what she wants. She thinks I don't know about the underground races, but I do. There are always undercover guards there to keep her safe. She doesn't know about them and I like to keep it that way. She is young and impetuous, but she is also intelligent. Still though, a mother worries.
I had a chat with her the other day. She has the gift if sight as well. Hers is stronger than mine though...I can sense it. I know she will not join the order of the C' La Andria. It's too strict for her free spirit.
I want to kiss my husband and make him remember me. I long to feel his arms around me. I miss his touch and the loving look in his eyes. I have no idea what is going on. If only I could shake this ominous feeling...then maybe...
About Me
- Joann H. Buchanan
- The love of the written word is like a drug. A single thought can turn into miles across the ocean or a night in bed with someone you love. They are the very essence of my soul; I breathe them in everyday just to live. My heroes aren't the people who are rich and famous. They are the ones who aren't afraid to tattoo my heart with the words they write. The shadows between the pages are the undiscovered worlds and minds of the person who writes them.